Apocalyptic Dark Age

"Captain Nanfeng, please open your eyes when you wake up..."

Before Nan Feng could come up with a solution to the problem, he heard the sound of being discovered.

Two elite soldiers who were fully armed but without helmets stared fiercely at Nan Feng's every move. What they held in their hands was not a rifle, but an electric shock baton for underground torture. Nan Feng's eyelids couldn't help but twitch. He let this thing Many gangsters have eaten it.

The middle-aged man sitting opposite had a cold face and a business-like look. He did not show any disgust or murderous intention, which made Nan Feng's already anxious heart fall to the bottom. For this kind of man who didn't even show his emotions. For humans, executing a person is just a daily official matter and is not worth mentioning at all. You should not expect to impress him at all, because they have already lost their humanity.

"Please tell me the details of the objects you smuggled, and the connection between you..."

As expected, this middle-aged man started with a straightforward introduction and got to the central topic without any foreshadowing.

"I'm just the team leader of the team directly under the third class. Everything I do is a task assigned by Section Chief Fan in private. I don't know the specific situation..."

The sooner you speak, the sooner you die. Why doesn’t Nan Feng understand this? The only way to survive is to involve Fan Meiren. With Fan Meiren’s identity, even if the Jasmine Consortium is a relative of the mayor, they would not dare to kidnap her privately. ?

The middle-aged man's eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a trace of ridicule in his cold eyes. Just as he was about to speak, Nan Feng took the lead and said:

"But I can tell you what I know, but I need life protection, otherwise I would rather not tell..."

A stick and a sweet date are still effective even in unfavorable circumstances. The gap in his heart affected the middle-aged man's indifference. He took a deep look at Nan Feng, hesitated, nodded and said:

"We have the means to make you tell the truth, but if you actively cooperate, we will not embarrass you..."

This was a warning to Nan Feng not to play tricks. Nan Feng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. People who deal with business also pay attention to principles. As long as he follows the principles, he may not have no chance to survive.

"We came into contact four months ago. At that time, I received an order from Chief Fan to pick up someone. At that time, Chief Fan was just the team leader..."

Nan Feng began to narrate. While he was narrating, the middle-aged man used an electronic pen to quickly record in an electronic notebook. The recorded content was synchronized through the network and displayed on the virtual display in front of Jasmine. At the same time, the interrogation of Nan Feng was also displayed. Feng's room and Nan Feng's face are close-ups, so that even if you don't hear clearly, you can still see clearly through the text. In the corner of the screen, two Stormtroopers are roaring and destroying in the small cell, beating the solid alloy door hard. , the alloy door that could withstand the explosion of high-explosive grenades groaned and trembled under the hammering of flesh and blood, and the guards guarding the door did not dare to relax for a moment as if facing a powerful enemy.

"It seems that the main target of the mining incident has been found..."

The old man next to her sighed and looked carefully at Miss Jasmine. Jasmine changed into a gorgeous blue evening dress. The low-cut evening dress made her look like a blue rose. The full semicircle of her snow-white and delicate chest was alluring and charming. The ravine he fell into was thrilling, and his mysterious and lazy temperament was luxurious and dignified. It was extremely attractive and made people want to get closer. This attraction made the old man's heart fluctuate. Fortunately, he knew this. This attraction was so fatal that he quickly shifted his gaze and looked into Jasmine's eyes.

"How did you find it? How many people do we need to fill in? Those guys are all madmen, madmen who don't even care about their lives..."

The focus of Jasmine's eyes was not on Nan Feng, who was cooperating honestly, but on the Stormtroopers who kept hammering on the door. They were like angry caged beasts, beating the alloy door with their fists again and again, and the cracked wounds from their fists would dent the door. The alloy door was dyed red, and the white finger bones in the wound could be seen. However, the two beast-like men felt no pain. They roared and continued to beat the alloy door. The loud noises were like drums, beating on Jasmine's heart.

"Things always have to be resolved. The accident in the mining area has made the board of directors question your ability. It has proposed to re-examine the annual plan. We must be careful during the critical period. This time we have lost half of the team's manpower. We must not let them know. At least until after the year-end review..."

The old man solemnly made the suggestion, which made Miss Jasmine sneer mockingly. Seeing Jasmine's disdainful look, the old man couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Jasmine is too young, and many things are not what she wants.

"Do those losers want to influence me? Last year, I proposed that the mining area should be reformed. The Yin people are not robots. They also have their own ideas. If we want the mining area to have peace of mind, we must give them corresponding dignity and treatment. But what did those old guys say? They asked me to bear all the costs of the upgrade before agreeing to the reform of the mining area. Do I have to pay for their stupidity? "

Jasmine's resentment could no longer be controlled at this moment. Her panting chest was swollen in her low-cut evening dress. Two snow-white semicircle rabbits were about to come out, causing the old man to cough dryly and let the girl calm down.

"You should have some information. As far as I know, the soldiers I traded with are two combat groups of the Storm Legion. There are a hundred such combat groups at the exits they control, but this is not the entire force. The Storm Legion has six There are 1,000 brigades each, mainly stationed on the surface. I don’t know the actual situation on the surface, but I was drinking with their commander and overheard that there was a war on the surface, and we were planning to set up four more brigades. Expand the force to ten thousand people. If I were you, I would forget about it. You can't afford to offend them..."

Nan Feng's words floated clearly in Jasmine's room. She and the old man looked at each other, their eyes full of horror.

"I need you to tell me in detail about their weapons and equipment, personnel composition, living environment, and..."

In the picture, the middle-aged man still showed no expression, as if he didn't care about Nan Feng's alarmism and continued his interrogation, but Miss Jasmine outside the picture could no longer sit still.

"When I was born, my father used my name to establish a consortium. The consortium was my father's expectation for me. I can't let the consortium be destroyed in the hands of those people. Uncle Chen, you followed me when my grandfather was still here. , you must help me think of a way to get through this..."

After all, she was a little younger, and Jasmine was already restless. The memory of the crazy killings of the twelve storm warriors before was still fresh in her mind. Thinking of the Jasmine consortium falling apart under the attack of countless storm warriors, she shuddered and couldn't help but plead. The old man next to me.

The old man's expression was equally stern, but not to the point where Jasmine was as frightened as he was. He comforted him:

"There is no need to be too anxious for the time being. Even if something goes wrong, there is still the A3 underground city standing in front of us. Even if we fail in three ground wars, the people on the ground have no effective means of attacking the underground. There was a surface army decades ago. The army was buried underground by a collapsed tunnel. I think they should know how powerful it is..."

When he said these words, Uncle Chen felt a little bitter in his heart. In the war decades ago, the people on the surface also suffered a tragic victory. The tens of thousands of troops lost were the elite after the war, so they left it alone. But now it is fifty years later. , the strength of the people on the surface is countless times stronger, and the population is a hundred times greater than that of the underground city. Even if they blow up the passage, they may not be able to open another one.